FIC: Teeth
Title: Teeth
Rating: PG-13 ish (Mentions of Drug Use)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Disclaimer: Sherlock BBC belongs to a bunch of people that are not me. Holmes and Co. were created by ACD, who is not me. Got it? Ownership= NOT ME!
Notes: Written for a prompt on the Sherlock BBC Kink Meme to right a fic based on any song of your choosing. I chose "Teeth" by Lady Gaga.
John grunted, the impact with the wall knocking the breath out of him. Sherlock quickly pressed himself along John's front, liquid and undulating, the opposite of the wall behind him.
"Are you high?" John asked, incredulously.
"You know I've got my addictions, and I do love to fix them occasionally," Sherlock husked, sliding his hand up John's chest, bunching the jumper up in the process.
"You shouldn't-"
"Oh, no one’s perfect. I seem to remember Lestrade mentioning you lost your head a bit when you played poker with him last week. Gambling, John? I'm not surprised, I suppose. You took a chance on me."
John tried to shove him off, but Sherlock had one hand down the back of his trousers and the other fisted in his hair.
"This is different, Sherlock, this is worse-"
Sherlock giggled and tongued John's ear. "Are you going to punish me? Take a bite of my bad boy meat? It wouldn't be much of a hardship on my end. Come on, John, show me your teeth!"
John glared at him, his body going stiff. "If you think I'm going to do anything with you when you're in this state, you are sorely mistaken."
Sherlock looked surprised. "You're a doctor! And a soldier! You have a bit of a 'saving people' complex. This should be your greatest turn on!" Sherlock put on a mockingly needy face. "I just need a little guidance. Just tell me something that’ll save me, tell me that it's alright, tell me something that'll change me. I need a man who makes me feel alright..."
"Sherlock," John growled menacingly.
"Not doing it for you? How about some bondage? I'm going to love you with my hands tied," Sherlock hissed.
John finally managed to shove Sherlock away from him. He stood in the middle of the hallway, looking disheveled and boneless. He gave John a daring grin.
"Stop making me wait, show me your teeth," he demanded.
John snapped, grabbing his arm roughly and shoving Sherlock into his bedroom, grabbing the desk chair before slamming the door shut He propped the chair under the door knob, and sank to the floor as Sherlock started pounding on the door, yelling incoherent insults. John ignored the tightness of his trousers, and leaned against the wall, settling in for the night.
Rating: PG-13 ish (Mentions of Drug Use)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Disclaimer: Sherlock BBC belongs to a bunch of people that are not me. Holmes and Co. were created by ACD, who is not me. Got it? Ownership= NOT ME!
Notes: Written for a prompt on the Sherlock BBC Kink Meme to right a fic based on any song of your choosing. I chose "Teeth" by Lady Gaga.
John grunted, the impact with the wall knocking the breath out of him. Sherlock quickly pressed himself along John's front, liquid and undulating, the opposite of the wall behind him.
"Are you high?" John asked, incredulously.
"You know I've got my addictions, and I do love to fix them occasionally," Sherlock husked, sliding his hand up John's chest, bunching the jumper up in the process.
"You shouldn't-"
"Oh, no one’s perfect. I seem to remember Lestrade mentioning you lost your head a bit when you played poker with him last week. Gambling, John? I'm not surprised, I suppose. You took a chance on me."
John tried to shove him off, but Sherlock had one hand down the back of his trousers and the other fisted in his hair.
"This is different, Sherlock, this is worse-"
Sherlock giggled and tongued John's ear. "Are you going to punish me? Take a bite of my bad boy meat? It wouldn't be much of a hardship on my end. Come on, John, show me your teeth!"
John glared at him, his body going stiff. "If you think I'm going to do anything with you when you're in this state, you are sorely mistaken."
Sherlock looked surprised. "You're a doctor! And a soldier! You have a bit of a 'saving people' complex. This should be your greatest turn on!" Sherlock put on a mockingly needy face. "I just need a little guidance. Just tell me something that’ll save me, tell me that it's alright, tell me something that'll change me. I need a man who makes me feel alright..."
"Sherlock," John growled menacingly.
"Not doing it for you? How about some bondage? I'm going to love you with my hands tied," Sherlock hissed.
John finally managed to shove Sherlock away from him. He stood in the middle of the hallway, looking disheveled and boneless. He gave John a daring grin.
"Stop making me wait, show me your teeth," he demanded.
John snapped, grabbing his arm roughly and shoving Sherlock into his bedroom, grabbing the desk chair before slamming the door shut He propped the chair under the door knob, and sank to the floor as Sherlock started pounding on the door, yelling incoherent insults. John ignored the tightness of his trousers, and leaned against the wall, settling in for the night.